THE ELECTRONIC AGE
Computers are wonderful
When they're working well,
But when they crash and die
It's a frustrating hell.
We are drawn in gradually
Stage by gentle stage
Until we are stuck fast
In the electronic age.
I buy my food on line
Christmas presents too,
Book holidays - print tickets
It's so easy to do.
I email all my friends
Go on Facebook - and Tweet
Will on-line dating find
The perfect man I've yet to meet?
I check my page constantly
The lure I cannot resist,
Without input from hundreds of friends
I fear I may cease to exist.
If my computer crashes
I'm distraught - I'm bereft -
I'm incommunicado,
Of my life there's nothing left.
I cannot Tweet on Twitter
Or check my Facebook page
I haven't heard from friends
For hours - for me that is an age.
When the electronic era started
I never would have predicted
That I could be completely hooked,
So hopelessly addicted.
